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meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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Bài hát Mark The Graves - Linkin Park. There's a fragile game we play. With the ghosts of yesterday. If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye. No trace of what remains. No stones to mark the
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, before. . When we can see the light when we're going home,. We'll dance on our graves with our bodies below. We'll sing "Glory!" and "Hallelujah".
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underneath bay strident wails. Upon coiling spine. She'd ice-white blades of serpent scales. . Frost upon their graves. Furrows fraught with dead. Thill waters to deprave. And slower runs the river red
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I'm blown away. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Wondering if we had. spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Dreaming of things that we
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that will follow you. You're my Joan of Arc Joan of Arc You had a vision they couldn't see so. They put you down. But everything that you said would happen. It came around. And they're the ones that
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. Subverted lies show the decay of sense and reason. A facade prepared to hide the truth. . Behold a graveyard filled with unmarked graves. Dead victims without names. . The water we drink is contaminated
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
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Bài hát Joan Of Arc - Madonna. Each time they take a photograph. I lose a part I can't get back. I wanna hide, this is the part where I dettach. Each time they write a hateful word. Dragging my soul
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Ripping along towards middle age. And my music career kind of missed a page. Record sales began to drop. The management all began to hop. Not worry, they said
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Written by joan osborne, jack petruzzelli, erik della penna, & rainy orteca. . Tender as a peach. Someone I would love to teach. Started as a joke. Just a lazy little poke. Wake up one sweet
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Written by joan osborne & joseph arthur. . I was a troubled soul. I had a worried mind. Drifting from place to place. I was the restless kind. Right there in front to me. Bright as the light
